Through The Hollows
Through the hollows, into the grey
Across the rolling hills of pain
Run all night till the darkest day.
When shadows behind the mists play Charge forward to the silent rain Through the hollows, into the grey.
As our memories fade away But the signs in the sky remain Run all night till the darkest day.
As the leaves in the forest sway Doubt the trees and keep on running Through the hollows, into the grey.
When the road breaks along the way As the shadows come forth crawling Run all night till the darkest day.
When the time comes for us to play As they come to where we're hiding Through the hollows, into the grey Run all night till the darkest day.
When shadows behind the mists play Charge forward to the silent rain Through the hollows, into the grey.
As our memories fade away But the signs in the sky remain Run all night till the darkest day.
As the leaves in the forest sway Doubt the trees and keep on running Through the hollows, into the grey.
When the road breaks along the way As the shadows come forth crawling Run all night till the darkest day.
When the time comes for us to play As they come to where we're hiding Through the hollows, into the grey Run all night till the darkest day.
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KHAYRI R.R. WOULFE
Khayri R.R. Woulfe is a contemporary author, writer, researcher, advocate and digital journalist.
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